They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
but I would rather say my heart is suffering,
not knowing if or when it may be feasible
for us to meet in flesh and bones, not ether.

They say that love – if true – is unrequited,
but I prefer the notion that you love me,
were it even for the shortest of all seasons.

They say the fire of love, once it is lit,
burns out inexorably, faster than a comet;
yet I choose to disregard silly old sayings,
and let your fire consume me with its flames,
incinerating the dark forests of my soul –

so that after you no Love may ever follow!

PoetaMatusèl reads
TO HELL WITH SILLY OLD SAYINGS!

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